There Are Not Enough Hours in the Day

We ran around nonstop this weekend. Between tennis lessons, errands, food shopping, cooking and cleaning, we haven’t had a break since Friday evening.

Sophie rode her scooter and improved her balance on her temporarily pedal-less bike (don’t ask – it’s a story for another day).

Chloe tried to find accessories ( i.e., clothing) for her Halloween mask, to no avail. Those pop-up Halloween stores suck. Two young teenage girls (15 years old at most) tried on and bought Playboy-branded costumes, which were in no way appropriate for 15-year old girls. Not sure where their parents were. I’m very glad Chloe’s a bit of a tomboy. Sophie, on the other hand, probably would have liked those outfits. The thought makes me cringe.

I wish I had more free time. I have a list of things to do – the photo album from our trip to France, is near the top of it – but no time to get any of it done. And that frustrates me to no end.